I dropped out of high school and spent nearly twenty years honing my skills with a knife.
I was so busy with life that I never really had any hobbies. The most I dabbled in was mobile games with auto-hunting features.
I had a natural talent for handling blades. There wasn't anything I couldn't cut through, and nothing I couldn't slice. Of course, that didn't come without effort—I worked hard enough to wear blisters into my palms.
Before I knew it, I had earned the title of "The Nation's Best
I didn't like getting too comfortable, so I never stayed in one place for more than three years. I even helped revive several businesses that were on the verge of collapse.
In fact, my skills became so renowned that I hit it big. People from all corners of the country sought out my knife work—even the mob and gangsters.
Sure, they tried to scout me, but I turned them down without a second thought.
I had spent my entire life fileting fish, and now they wanted me to join a gang? Even if they offered me a fortune, I wasn't interested in that kind of life.
I'm rambling a bit.
If you're familiar with these kinds of clichés, you've probably figured out what's coming next.
That's right.
I became a character in a game.
A game I had quit after spending a few bucks on because the female characters were my type.
And now, here I am—blessed by the Sword God.